almost, for that I want time to follow them, but I must by no means neglect them.  I thank God I do save money, though it be but a little, but I hope to find out some job or other that I may get a sum by to set me up.  I am now also busy in a discovery for my Lord Sandwich and Sir H. Bennett by Mr. Wade’s means of some of Baxter’s [Barkstead] money hid in one of his cellars in the Tower.  If we get it it may be I may be 10 or L20 the better for it.  I thank God I have no crosses, but only much business to trouble my mind with.  In all other things as happy a man as any in the world, for the whole world seems to smile upon me, and if my house were done that I could diligently follow my business, I would not doubt to do God, and the King, and myself good service.  And all I do impute almost wholly to my late temperance, since my making of my vowes against wine and plays, which keeps me most happily and contentfully to my business; which God continue!  Public matters are full of discontent, what with the sale of Dunkirk, and my Lady Castlemaine, and her faction at Court; though I know not what they would have more than to debauch the king, whom God preserve from it!  And then great plots are talked to be discovered, and all the prisons in town full of ordinary people, taken from their meeting-places last Sunday.  But for certain some plots there hath been, though not brought to a head.

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     All made much worse in their report among people than they are
     Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays
     Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings
     Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys
     I fear that it must be as it can, and not as I would
     Lying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wife
     My Jane’s cutting off a carpenter’s long mustacho
     No good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears
     Parson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coat
     Pleasures are not sweet to me now in the very enjoying of them
     She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases
     Strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name
     Then to church to a tedious sermon
     When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute

THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS M.A.  F.R.S.

CLERK OF THE ACTS AND SECRETARY TO THE ADMIRALTY

Transcribed from the shorthand manuscript in the Pepysian library
Magdalene college Cambridge by the Rev.  Mynors bright M.A.  Late fellow
and president of the college

(Unabridged)

WITH LORD BRAYBROOKE’S NOTES